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| Happily Ever Afters (Below The Waist); **CONTENT WARNING** | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 8 2009, 05:55 PM (3,106 Views) | |
| GameMaker | Mar 13 2009, 04:51 PM Post #31 |
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JJ lied down on his bed, and looked around his rooms. The walls, the ceiling, the floor- it was all white. White... and bland. Except for one spot, where there were still a few drops of blood from when he had hit Rosa. No, scratch that- where he had hit repeatedly. Ah, fuck... he really had fucked up, hadn't he? That shit was too much. Way too much. He always wanted to be the one to break up, true, and he did break up hard- but he didn't beat the fucking shit out of girls. That shit wasn't funny, it wasn't cool, it wasn't fucking clever and original. When you got down to it, that sort of thing was fucking monstrous. The insults could be attributed to anger- but the physical shit? What the hell was that about? Was that really who he was? Fuck, he needed to get his mind off this crap. Looking around, he spotted the second wine bottle resting on his drawer, unopened. Grabbing it, JJ began the long walk downstairs. As he hit the stairs, he knew he was drunk- not just drunk, but very drunk. Still, that didn't stop him from opening up the bottle and taking a swig of it. Should he watch TV? Nah... nothing good on around midnight. He had a hoop in his driveway, though- maybe he could play a little basketball? Yeah, basketball. That was a good idea. He had some balls in his garage, and besides, JJ was great at basketball. He'd just take some shots outside, and that would clear his head. Maybe even go for some dunks. JJ opened the front door that Rosa had slammed on her way out, and stepped out into the summer night. He looked around, but he didn't see Rosa anywhere- he guessed that she was already pretty far along on her way to her house. JJ walked over to his garage and opened up the garage door, taking another drink of the wine as he did. "...That's how it is huh? Fine. Fuck you and your pathetic little ego." Relax, don't fucking think about her. JJ flipped on the light in his garage and looked around, spying a perfect basketball sitting right near the door. Grabbing it, he walked out of the garage, keeping the door open and the light on so he could see what he was doing. Placing his wine bottle on the ground, he lined up his shot. He was close and it was straight at the basket- a relatively easy shot- and he threw it. ""That's all I am to you, isn't it? I'm just a pair of tits, an ass and a pussy. God you're a piece of shit..." His shot veered wildly to the left, missing even the backboard completely. And JJ watched it land, grimacing as he did. FUCK! Is there anyway to get you out of my fucking head?! JJ lifted the wine bottle to his lips and took a long drink, draining the bottle. It tasted disgusting now, but JJ didn't care. He'd do anything to get Rosa off of his mind. "F-fuck... you." JJ tossed the wine bottle at the ground with all of his strength. He watched it shatter, and took a vicious pleasure in seeing the pieces of glass fly all over the place. The wine hadn't done a fucking thing- and as he thought this, JJ felt a burn in his stomach. Before he even knew what was happening, JJ was leaning over and puking into his own driveway. "Fuck you and your shitty attempt at saying sorry JJ! I don't want to be in the same room as you, let alone arm's reach!" JJ stood in his driveway, his knees about to buckle. It seemed to have passed- and then the feeling came back, twice as strong. JJ threw up, and this time when he went to come back up from leaning over he fell on the ground. He was already tired, and the alcohol was making that feeling one hundred times worse. Lying in his own driveway next to a pile of his own vomit, JJ closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he passed into... sleep? Unconsciousness? Somewhere where he didn't have to deal with Rosa? Somewhere where he didn't have to deal with himself? Something along those lines. "True love... there ain't such a fucking thing as true love." |
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All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire V4: J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person." Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine." Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room." Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..." DEAD THEY'RE ALL DEAD | |
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